My Heart Says Something

In the quiet chambers where emotions reside,

My heart whispers secrets it cannot hide.

A symphony of feelings, a tender art,

In the language of beats, my heart says something.

Softly it murmurs, a tale untold,

In the echoes of love, both young and old.

A language unspoken, yet deeply known,

In the silent conversation, my heart's tone.

Sometimes it sings a melody of joy,

A blissful tune without any decoy.

Other times, in melancholy it sways,

A somber rhythm in the heart's maze.

Through the highs and lows, the sweet and rough,

My heart speaks, sometimes loud, sometimes in a hush.

In the poetry of pulsations, a language divine,

My heart says something, and I read the sign.